Two Worlds' Struggle

"The Ninth Chaos Epoch was an important era linking the past and the future."

"Whether it is the Chief Sovereigns of the first three epochs or people like you and me, all of us are counting on this new ship to carry us across the calamity."

"It is hardly surprising that holy sect sages from other eras have infiltrated this place."

Martial Lord replied calmly.

As the final epoch tied to the lives and deaths of sovereign sages from past eras, the Primordial Continent bore the hopes of many.

Countless eyes were fixed upon this land.

Like meat on a chopping block, it made countless people salivate.

However, eating meat required proper timing as well.

If the meat was not yet cooked through and one rushed to take a bite, one would only end up with a mouthful of blood, unable to digest it.

If the meat had already been stewed to mush, then by the time one ate it, there might not even be a sip of broth left.

The timing involved was well worth pondering.

Ancient deities, Old Day Ancient Gods, and Chief Sovereigns from the first three epoch eras possessed the absolute confidence of being invincible in the world. Thus, they could sit atop the mountain and watch tigers fight, only entering the fray at the very last moment.

But latecomers like Martial Lord were different.

If they did not make arrangements in advance, regret would come too late.

Only by taking a seat at the table now would they have the confidence to negotiate their share when it came time to carve up the meat with those Chief Sovereigns.

Otherwise, without a seat at the table, they would not even have the confidence to flip it over.

Upon hearing Martial Lord's words, the Dragon Lord avatar